C28 (2/2)
Lan Yue unwell and frowned, then was pulled to a corner by Guan Xiaoxiao in a semi-compulsive manner.
”You are … Is it big? ”
This was the nickname given to the netizens by Guan Xiaoxiao.
Lan Yue followed her gaze and looked at the young man who was sitting on the wine red leather sofa.
”Rong, Rong Yan?”
Rong Yan who was looking at the dance from the side suddenly stood up, and looked at Lan Yue blankly for a bit, then laughed.
”Wife?”
”...”
What the hell?
Lan Yue took a deep breath, ”Why are you here? You're an online friend who came to meet Xiaoxiao? ”
Guan Xiaoxiao also did not expect her friend online to be the famous Young Master Rong. She looked at him in surprise and said, ”I didn't think that Young Master Rong could play games.”
”Sit first.” He had a smile and two dimples, making him a well-deserved killer girl. With one hand on his cheek, he glanced at Guan Xiaoxiao, then looked at Lan Yue, and giggled, ”My wife, where have you been these past few days? I heard that Chi-ge is looking for you.
Lan Yue pretended not to hear the two words Qi Yanjun, and asked with some dissatisfaction.
”Why did you call me my wife?”
She was familiar with some of Qi Yanjun's brothers, but some of them could only be considered acquaintances. As for this Rong Yan, since he was usually acting coquettishly and acting moe, their relationship during her high school years was pretty good. It wasn't until Rong Yan left the country that he started to become unfamiliar with her due to the time and distance problems.
With a flick of his slender finger, the glass made a crisp sound.
”Chi-ge said he will give you to me as his wife, so I want to ask you. When are you going to divorce him?”
”...”
Lan Yue was speechless at first, but soon after, her eyes turned cold.
”He is not qualified to be my Lord.”
Rong Yan still didn't look serious at all, but his appearance was outstanding. His amber eyes stared at him unblinkingly, an indescribably pure and soft and cute look.
”Then when you get divorced, remember to notify me. I'll chase you.”
Lan Yue was too lazy to joke around with him, she waved her hand helplessly as she glanced at Guan Xiaoxiao, who was holding her chin in her hands and was sizing up her and Rong Yan.
”Isn't today the day of your meeting? You guys chat, I'm just a spectator. ”
Guan Xiaoxiao blinked. ”Listening to your conversation is quite interesting, like listening to crosstalk.”
Rong Yan laughed, and did not continue pestering Lan Yue, but instead carefully checked Guan Xiao Xiao Xiao's body, his voice filled with interest: ”I didn't expect it to really be a girl, and a cute girl with a big chest, it really doesn't match your simple and crude style in the game.”
Guan Xiaoxiao curled her lips, ”I also didn't expect that the sloppy guy who said 'f * cking' in the game was actually the famous Young Master Rong.”
Rong Yan raised his eyebrows. ”Sure, sure.”
The two of them started to chat game. Lan Yue listened to them in boredom, then took out her phone and started to play a small game.
Lan Yue did not even raise her head, ”Forget about drinking.”
She was still pregnant.
Rong Yan rolled his eyes. ”The bar doesn't necessarily only sell alcohol. There's also drinks. You can't just wait here, can you?”
He got up and went to the bar. After a while, the bartender came back with two cocktails and a glass of juice.
”Yours.”
Rong Yan pushed the fruit juice to Lan Yue and smiled, ”Strawberry juice, I remember you liked to drink this before.”
”Yes.”
Lan Yue accepted it, her gaze becoming soft for a moment, before turning back to normal, ”Thank you, I didn't think you would still remember.”
Rong Yan smiled. Seeing that she did not drink from it, a glimmer flashed across his eyes, as if he was speaking unintentionally, ”It has been a while since we last met, right? I didn't expect that the moment I returned to my country, I would receive the news of your marriage to Chi-ge. You don't know how sad I was at that time. ”
He gave her a pitiful look, like an abandoned pet.
”I will wait for you and Chi-ge to divorce and marry me. Don't worry, I definitely won't despise you.”
”...”
He repeatedly brought up Qi Yanjun, which made Lan Yue feel a bit awkward. She covered up her expression and lowered her head to drink a mouthful of strawberry juice, and didn't notice the peculiar expression that flashed past Rong Yan's eyes as she said indifferently.
”Don't joke with me, Young Master Rong.”
Rong Yan tapped the table with his fingertips. The smile on his lips gradually deepened, but his tone was somewhat aggrieved.
”You don't want to marry me?”